Hey hey everyone! Well I didn't get much feedback on my last chapter but here comes the next one anyway, hope you guys like this! :D
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Born To Die

Two weeks later and it was nearly time to break up for Christmas, not that I wouldn't be seeing any of these guys while I was home for the holidays, and I was almost tempted to stay here over the break, considering I'd paid rent for that month despite not actually being there for two weeks.
I'd bitten my tongue on the whole relationship thing with Clyde, a part of me just couldn't be bothered to baby him anymore, I was tired of telling him what's right and wrong and sparing his feelings to just have it thrown back in my face all the time. Not that it mattered because the brunette seemed to be overly preoccupied; I'd barely seen him throughout this space of time.
It irritated me that I could also read Clyde to the point that I knew how he was going to react to something before he actually did.
Something was off with him.
I pulled on my chullo and dressed in jeans and T; the homely grubby kind that you don't take outside, and knocked Clyde's bedroom door, which I could see by the gap in his doorway that he wasn't really doing anything, but out of politeness I did it anyway.
"Yeah?" He pulled the handle and opened the door further, his face looking surprised before regret crushed down over his features. I pretended that I hadn't noticed.
Clyde was swamped in rags, clothes too big and brought me back to how his chubby younger self looked.

"As much as it pains me to ask if you need help with packing, do you need help?" I quirked an eyebrow at him, knowing that he was dying to say yes, and folded my arms over my chest.
"No, no it's fine." He shakes his head and pulls the lid of his overflowing and crumpled suitcase down, crushing and creasing his clothes in the process.
"Did you pack your underpants?" I hook a finger and pull open the top draw, ignoring his wide eyed gaze, to see that Clyde had in fact forgotten them.
He tuts and stands up while looking helplessly over at his already cramped suitcase.
"Sure, you can help." He mumbles and rubs his hands over his face. It drew my eyes to him. I watched and listened to the sigh that escaped his mouth. He looked stressed to the point of pure exhaustion.

"Okay, take everything out and put it into piles on your bed. I'll go get us a hot chocolate." He nods helplessly at me and I go downstairs, and pull out all the fun stuff like whipped cream and marshmallows, just the way Clyde liked it.
I brought them up, rubbing my foot over a small spill into the carpet and placed them down onto a pair of coasters. He smiles small at me and gestures to his single bed behind us.
"Why have you made me 'make everything better hot chocolate'?" He dips his index finger into the cream and then licks it off, a little bit of glee shining in his doe eyes.
"Oh, I needed to get rid of some of it, ya know, before it goes off." I curse myself at how obvious that mistake was.
He nods his reply and continues to finger feed himself my eyes watching him always.
"I brought spoons up you slob" I chuckle and watch his mouth curl at the corners before fading.
I can't express how hard it is to see him like this and not know why. I know Bebe hasn't broken up with him because I haven't heard or seen him cry at all, something, however, was clearly stressing him out.
"Alright, let's do the smaller things first" I look at his pile of clothes and then back to his tired face "Folding things up always helps too."
I crouch down to the brown cabinet and pull out his underwear and hand them to him.
"Fold them Clyde! What did I just say!" I turn away and mumble to myself about feeling like I'm his mother.

I feel around the rest of the draw to make sure that I've picked up everything and pull out a tiny stack of pictures held together with an elastic band. Raising my eyebrows at seeing my face on the top photo I take of the band and flick through, most of them being pictures of me, or me and Clyde, until I got to the back and found a couple of 'sexy' pictures of Bebe.
"I gotta say it's little creepy having pics of me in the same pile that you have pictures of Bebe's tits" I wrap the band back around and hand them back to Clyde, who, had what I can only define as some sort of a shocked blush on his face.
He snatched them from my fingers and threw them into the suitcase
"I don't have a photo album okay!"
"Really? Sure you're not trying to keep a secret?" I smirk teasing him and begin folding up his shirts.
"... Yeah, it's too cliché to have porn in your underwear draw." Clyde takes to folding up his pants.
"Aw and here I thought you got off to the idea of my face in Bebe's breasticals."
Clyde snickered at my name for boobs before turning it into a cough.
"I think I got this now."
I nod my head and take the hint to leave.
"Alright, well let me know if you need any more help" I stand and hear Clyde grunt his reply. Sighing I quietly close his bedroom door behind myself and step downstairs, touching the tinsel wrapped around the banister as I go.
I smile at Tweek as I walk into the front room, which he blushes at, naturally.
We'd decorated the living room and the hallway with cheap decorations we got from a pound store, and stuck a tree next to the television, which actually had some presents underneath.
I sniffed the air and grinned at the roasting chicken wafting from the kitchen. Kenny was in there with Kyle, both attempting a Christmas dinner, because we'd be on break, we decided that if we didn't get to see each other over the holidays, which was unlikely, we would have our own Christmas here.

I sighed with content and sat down onto the couch my ears filled with Tweek tuning his guitar, and Kyle and Kenny in the kitchen. I spread my long legs down the length of the couch with Tweek sitting with his back against the front of the couch before me.
"Do you need help with that Tweakers?"
The nervous blonde looked up at me the same time a string broke and flicked him on the cheek. He made a noise and bashfully put his hands over his face.
I wrinkled my nose and chuckled at him
"You alright? It surprisingly hurts getting flicked in the face right?" I laugh again and pat his messy blonde head.
"A little..." He laughs and glances at me before looking behind me and blushing at who ever had entered the room.
"Aw, how cute." That drawl could have come from none other than Kenny, who was smirking at Tweek's now flushing cheeks.
"How's Moaning Murtle?" The smaller blonde asks me and flops atop my legs.
"I'm not part of the couch, and still being a Marty Stu, actually I take it back, I think he's actually upset about something."
Kenny quirks an eyebrow, that sheen of mischievousness always present.
"Really? He can't be that sad about going home. Even I want to get the fuck out of here." The blonde raised his eyebrows with a pointed look on his face. I scoffed and nodded, even Kenny wanted to go home.
"Are you, missing, your, your little sister?" I blinked at the almost perfect sentence and glanced down at Tweek in front of me
"You barely stuttered..."
His face turns pink and he tucks his head to his chest
"No,no-n-n-n-no way!"
"How adorable" mumbles the smaller blonde next to me, before he barley whispers, to the point that timid Tweek must have heard
"I guess it's just your massive cock that makes him go all gooey." He holds his hand in front of his mouth as if he's 'surprised' by what he said. I flash him a stern frown because I hated being aware that someone had a crush on me, let alone have someone else point it out while both parties are present.
"What... I didn't say anything."
"Shut up man!"

Kyle comes into the room the same time Stan walks in through the front door, snow flecks scattered about him.
"Alright that's everything loaded into the car." Kyle and Stan smile at each other and share a kiss. I stare flatly, I really hated them sometimes. Unconsciously I mumble
"Why do they get have their best friend?" I pout, and blush when I realise that Kenny heard, if his laughter was anything to go by.
"Shut up Kenny!" I nudge him with my leg but he just flops to the side while laughing.
We all look towards the stairs when Clyde makes his appearance known by stepping onto the creaky last step.
"Hey..."
Kyle grins, adorning an apron of Clyde's choosing, which meant that it was white with frills around the edging with pink lace and a silk bow on the chest. He chose it knowing that Kyle would be the one wearing it the most.
"Oh, good timing Clyde, dinners ready" Kyle didn't look as confident as what he sounded.
A smile came to Clyde's face, as it always does when he's about to eat something.
We all hustled into the kitchen and waited for Kyle to give us our plates, before crowding around into the front room; Clyde choosing to sit on the arm chair.
"This is actually pretty good." I mumble
"That's 'cause I helped"
"Screw you Kenny!"

"I would like everyone to appreciate the precision in which these carrots and potatoes are cut, the dinner wouldn't look as good if I hadn't done that" Kenny pats a hand to his chest and we either laugh or roll our eyes, Kyle tells him to 'fuck off'.
I looked about us, all together squashed in our shitty student house all aglow with the telly and fairy Christmas lights and smiled.
After eating I got my own bowl of jelly and ice cream because I didn't like trifle, more importantly custard, and for the most part cream.
Kyle and stan took their early leave to home. Kenny later left to his apartment, as he said earlier, eager to get back for a break when he could.

The house was quickly becoming silent, and with a sigh I dragged myself upstairs to my bedroom for any last checks; it would be annoying to forget something, since we wouldn't be staying in this house in the next year either.
I paused outside Clyde's bedroom door and listened to his muffled voice take on a negative tone down the line. I waited for a space before I opened the door and stepped in
"Dude what the hell?"
He frowns at me and then glances in the direction of his phone
"It's only Craig, I mean it's only Craig, no I haven't, and yes I have." That sentence was finished with a tired sigh. He hung up his phone and slouched back into the bed.
"Dude, I don't wanna sound pushy, and I get that you're sad, but why? I thought you'd be ecstatic at it being so close to Christmas, but you didn't even seem happy when you opened your presents. I totally know that you love Thundercats, and you didn't even look happy at getting that massive Lion-O statue!"
"I just, well..." He trailed off and began to do the thing that I knew would eventually come, yes, his eyes glossed up and with any passing blink tears would begin to roll down his rounded cheeks.
"Woah, Clyde, don't cry man" I sat down next to him and he quickly rubbed his eyes with the back of his sweater.
"I'm not, well I don't want to! It's stupid to cry about it anyway" he huffed and crossed his arms, a large pout forming onto his face. I resisted the urge not to chuckle and let him lean his head against my shoulder.
"It's just that Bebe told me to not speak to you because of something that I can't remember, and I wanted to do it because she'd just taken me back, but it's too hard!"
I sat up and lightly pushed him away from me
"Woah, I don't know what should offend me more, the fact that you would let her walk over your balls like that or because you'd just pushed OUR FREINDSHIP aside because she asked you to."
I was actually pretty annoyed at his stupidity; it was so easy to get Clyde to do stuff that it was pathetic.

"I don't know! I just want things to be normal again, things are really starting to change, and I don't like it." He looked down into his lap, his thick fingers twiddling with the material on his slouch pants.
"... What do you mean?" For a moment I was fearful of him knowing about my feelings, but he shook his head and rubbed his face against the sleeve of his green jumper.
"I... Don't want to talk about it." He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair and stood up
"I'm going to take a shower. When is Tweek going home?"
"Uh, later tonight I think."
He nods and grabs a couple of things before leaving me in his bedroom.
I sighed and lay down into his bed for a while; Tweak would never come in so I was safe to inhale Clyde's scent from his sheets.
I didn't realise that I had fallen asleep until the brunette came in and asked me to leave. I decided to just go with a the nod of understanding, because I couldn't trust how strong my voice would come out while Clyde stood before me, slightly damp and wrapped in only a towel.
Dragging myself out I ventured downstairs and found Tweek tweaking the new string onto his guitar.
I sat down and pulled mine onto my lap and began to strum, which the scruffy blonde was happy to join in with once he'd tuned his instrument. We happily played in silence together, me usually singing with Tweak backing me up. It was nice to sit like this and not have to worry about all the other things I had to do, to fully appreciate the missed times like these that I used to have with the blonde back at home.

Clyde stepped downstairs after awhile, his voice and head tilted indicating that he was on the phone. We both watched him with curious eyes, his pyjama bottoms dragging on the floor and covering his feet, as well as his 'I feel sad top', meaning that he always wore it when he felt down, not that it had that text scrawled upon it.
Clearing my throat I stood and played the first song that came to mind; Taylor Swift-You Belong With Me. Tweek picked up the tune quickly and strummed along with me.
I pranced around the room while singing the song and indicating to myself all the things that applied.
Following him into the kitchen I sang all around him and even though he wasn't looking at me I could tell by his voice that he was smiling. It brought a bigger grin to my face when he twirled around and poked his tongue out at me, his stud shining.
He pulled his mobile away from his ear, pointed at me, and in unison we sang;
"I remember you were driving to my house in the middle of the night. I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry. I know your favourite songs, and you tell me all your dreams. Think I know where you belong; think I know it's with me.
Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along, so, why can't you see – you belong with me."
Something in Clyde's expression changed for the worst while he hung up his phone. His face became unreadable, and for a moment I thought that I had upset him. Shaking his head he quirked an eyebrow and smirked at me
"Who's up for some beer? I've had a really shit day."
"I suppose we could get rid of it before we go tomorrow, you in Tweekie?" I quirk an eyebrow at the smiling blonde to which he nods enthusiastically in agreement.
We settle down with some beers and snack food and spend the rest of the night playing the new Devil May Cry; well them watching me play as the new Dante.

"I still don't get why they changed him? Cheesy Dante was still pretty cool" mumbled Clyde against the rim of my ear, a slur on his tongue while leaning heavily against my left side.
"I told you it's because Ninja Theory bought it and made an alternative universe. I still think he's pretty hot." Grabbing Clyde's thick arm I lifted him up off the couch, his heavy body slamming into me.
Down on the floor sat Tweek giggling like he'd heard the best joke in the world. I shook my head at him and smiled, how was it that I was the most sober?
"Right. I'll come back for you Tweek." Putting my arm around the brunette's waist, my hand slipping under his shirt and over his hip bone with his body pressed against mine, I half dragged, half carried him upstairs, purely because I wasn't strong enough to take his whole body weight, and laid him down onto his bed. He curled up instantly
"You going to get into bed with me?" He questions almost innocently looking up at me.
"Probably not tonight Clyde..."
"Why not?" He pouts, watching his fingers fiddle with the rim of his green sweatshirt
"... I dunno."
"You usually do." His chocolate eyes grew accusing before he rolled with his back to me. I sighed and was about to answer him when I heard a smash followed with intense laughter from downstairs.
"I'll be back, try and change yourself."
I got downstairs to find Tweek laughing with broken glass and a wet puddle at his feet. He bent down to pick it up wobbling as he did so.
"Don't Tweek! I'll clean that up" taking his hands I led him away. His cheeks were a flush, either from me or from the amount of alcohol in his system.
"It's not often I have to look after you Tweek, usually you just fall asleep." I chuckle at his bleary eyes and lead him upstairs. Gradually his arms slowly slink around my waist and he leans his messy head against my shoulder.
"So this is what Clyde feels like"

It was odd to hear Tweek speak without a stutter, it was like knowing someone with an accent and then suddenly they just didn't have one.
"Ha, uh what do you mean Tweek?" Opening his bedroom door I sat him down onto his bed, ignoring Clyde's stumble down the hall from the bathroom, and untie the blonde's sneakers.
He giggles, and taking off my hat, plays with my hair while I undress him in the least perverted way I could, and pull out a large T-shirt and thread his arms through the holes. All the while Tweek sat there silently, with the largest smile spread across his red cheeked face.
"You enjoying that by any chance Tweakers?" I grin at him and he bashfully nods his head.
"Alright, now I want you to go and brush your teeth okay?" I pat him on the head and smile. He stands on wobbly legs and makes his way to the bathroom, occasionally leaning on the wall for support. I wait for the tall blonde to get back and glance around his bedroom, which was tidy to the point of looking unlived. I picked up a couple of photo frames that he had sitting on his desk; they were pictures of us, naturally, and it wasn't till I looked at an old picture of myself that I realised just how fucked my teeth were. Thank goodness for the braces I had now.
Foot fall came behind me, followed by Tweek lightly slipping past me. He slid into bed and glanced at his desk. I watched as he frowned and got back up to adjust and put the frames back into whatever precise position they were in before I'd touched them, and then get back into bed.
I smile at special Tweek and sit onto the side of the blonde's bed.
"Do you think you'll be alright now?" Suddenly feeling tired I rub my eyes and sigh.
"Craig, Kenny told me something secret the other day." He twiddled with his thick hair and slurred slightly as he spoke, his eyes a little hazy.
"Really? What was it?" He shook his head at my question
"I don't think I'm supposed to tell..."
"Okay, who's it about then? We're really the only people you know Tweek, and you know pretty much all that there is to know about us." I frown, feeling as though I was being left out, and because I also thought I knew pretty much everything about us guys too.
"Clyde..."
"Oh, Tweek, Clyde doesn't have any secrets" I chuckle and shake my head "And if he did I would know about them, Clyde can't keep secrets at all"
"Kenny said that Clyde likes you." His face grew solemn, large blue eyes larger.
"Well, we're best friends."
"Not like that, he special likes you" I froze for a moment, on reaction, at the possibility of it being true, before shaking my head with a smile
"Kenny assumes things a lot of the time Tweakers, and Clyde's back with Bebe remember?" His face screws up into a little frown.
"I do!"

"Alright bedtime now, Cragie is all tired" instinctively I tuck him in and lean over to kiss his forehead. He shifts beneath me and before I know it my lips are pressed against another pair. Pulling back I smile sadly at him, knowing that if it was anyone else I would have kissed them back, but with Tweek having feelings for me I couldn't let myself do that, even if he was intoxicated.
"You'll regret doing that Mister when you wake up tomorrow" I laugh and he smiles smugly while closing his eyes.
While leaving his room I take one last glance back over at him and smile, Tweek was pure innocence.
Sighing and retreating back to my room I slowly get changed into a bed shirt with just my boxers and figured I would check up on the lummox next door to me.
I gave the door a tap before letting myself in. Clyde's face was still pulled into a pout. He lay curled in his sheets and looked up at me as I entered.
He sat up suddenly and I watched as he closed his eyes and swayed, trying to control the dizziness of being drunk.
"Are you all right Clyde?" I sit down next to him on his bed and cross my legs, leaning my back against the wall.
"No, you like Tweek more than me don't you?" He frowns and continues to pull his face into that ugly expression of spoilt.
"Clyde you know that's not true" I gave him a pointed look, though I'm not sure why I was brothering to defend myself against someone who was inebriated.
"Prove it!" He pushes my shoulder and I bit my lip in agitation
"Stop it, you've been in one big massive mood swing today, I'm tired."
"Then fuck off huh, if I'm that horrible!" He slapped his hands to his face and immediately I wrapped my arms around him, knowing that any second he would start crying, and I really didn't want a sober Clyde to start crying on me let alone a drunk one.
"Calm down dude, you're just stressed from all this Bebe shit, all right. Go to bed." Taking his hands away from his face I begin to lightly push him backwards but he slaps my hands away from him.

"I'm not tired. I feel weird."
"Don't fucking puke on me dude!" Shuddering I pointed a finger at him.
I stare at his rounded face and large brown eyes, so dark in this dim light that they look black and dreamless.
His eyebrows are raised. We sit staring for a while before Clyde suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me to him, his thick fingers cupping my face and then threading into my black hair.
Shock fills me but I allow him to kiss me, because I have permission to shit all over my feelings.
My head bangs against the wall when he pushes me hard against it. I grunt as Clyde bits my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. I moaned despite trying not to enjoy this too much, trying not take advantage of a drunk Clyde too much.

Our tongues slide against each other his stud feeling different but nice against my tongue. I roll it in my mouth a little and smile when Clyde whimpers. His grip tightens on my hair and his hard chest presses me into the wall. I felt as though I couldn't breathe, yet I didn't want to stop.
Shaking I feel his muscled thighs press against me as he straddles me, his crotch heavily rubbing against mine. I wonder if he can feel how turned on I am.
Pushing his T-shirt up I spread my long fingers out and feel his toned smooth body beneath, and moan into his mouth while he strokes my thigh with one hand, the other having moved its way down to my neck playing with strands of my hair.

We part and he smirks at me, the same devil smirk he always gave when he was aroused, the same smirk whenever we kissed like this. I always wondered if Bebe got this expression too.
It got too much for me when he started sucking on my neck and groping my balls at the same time, my hips instinctively grinding into the touch. My skin felt a fire.
"No stop Clyde! Oh my God do you even realise what you're doing to me?" Quickly pushing him away from me I jump off the bed and take a couple steps back. Catching my breath I watch as he flops sideways and covers his face with his hands, laughing like he always did.
I pretended that I couldn't see how aroused he was in his boxer-briefs.
"I'm leaving." Almost limping I step next door into my room and lay down onto my bed to aggressively hand fuck myself, out of frustration that I wasn't in there getting myself shagged by Clyde, and annoyed because Clyde didn't seem to give a shit either way, drunk or not.
Why do I always allow him to mind fuck me?
What did it matter anyway? Clyde would forget it as he usually did by the morning.

I woke the next morning in a foul mood which continued to get worse the longer Clyde seemed to not acknowledge what happened last night. Tweek at least had the decency to be bashful about a quick kiss that he stole from me.
Shovelling the last of mine and Clyde's stuff into my boot I slammed it shut and sighed at the long journey I had ahead of me.
"Why do you have to be a moron Clyde, why?" Mumbling to myself I turn to go back inside when I see Clyde leaning in the doorway watching me.
"Dude what the hell man you scared the shit out of me!"
He pushes himself away from the wall and comes towards me
"Just letting you finish talking to yourself. You put everything in the car?"
"Everything that's worth taking" he nods at my reply and I feel sweat prickling at me, worried if I'd said anything I shouldn't of out loud.
We stare at each other over the top of my car. I swallow anxious, not entirely sure what I was so worried about. Clyde frowns, tongue in cheek and then moves away from the vehicle.
"Tweek wanted to talk to you about something before you went."
"Alright" locking my car I follow the shorter teen inside and upstairs, he turns off into his room and I walk to the one next to mine on the opposite side. Knocking the door I wait for an answer before walking in.
"Hey buddie, Clyde said you wanted me?"
He nods frantically, the sober Tweek that I know fully back into place.
"Ye-yeah I did." His long body turns around and he picks up a box and holds it out to me.
"I g-got you a s-s-s-special present!"
"Aw Tweek, we said we weren't going to give a lot of presents.
"I kno-w, but, um, um , ah!" He whimpers and pulls the cuffs over his hands looking away from me.
"I wan-wa-want-wanted to ask you to-to, ah if- you, um, wanted to go OUT WITH ME!" He screamed the last part at me in a burst to get it out.
I blinked couple of times in surprise.
"Like be your boyfriend?" Tilting my head to the side I thought about it but I couldn't quite decide how I felt.
He nods his head frantically at me.

Even if I wanted too I didn't have a seconds thought to dwell on my reply because Clyde suddenly appeared and complained about his mother phoning because he wasn't already home yet.
Together we all left, Clyde and Tweek sharing very awkward glances, or at least it seemed to me that something was silently being passed around.
I give the tall blonde a hug before getting in my car and placing Tweek's present into the full back seat.
"You ready for this?" Clyde asks me, quirking an eyebrow and switching on the radio.
"I'm ready, just not looking forward to it."

:O Did Craig say yes? Who knows! Don't forget to review :D